A journal entry about family betrayal.

Missing the stage after stroke. How it was taken from me.

"The cruelest prisons are the ones built deep inside the mind." Content Warning: Graphic violence, blood, child abuse, psychological trauma, disturbing imagery, and themes of mental illness and death. PROLOGUE: THE MORNING AFTER Red. Not the word, but the thing itself, raw and everywhere. On small hands that won't stop shaking. On white fabric that was once something else, something soft and harmless. It might have been a nightgown, maybe. The girl can't remember putting it o